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Kevin Carey Poem
Arterial Insomnicycle
Losing sleep over losing someone is sleep never re-found,
For the years we spend when Nature’s sweet restorer refuses,
Fault found not in Medicine, for hospitals only treat broken hearts,
Cures are found with different compounds of time, love, friendship.
Understanding will only come to those that listen, and accept,
Without forgetting the exception that brings about all being,
Passions that breed us all to be those in the mirror, the streets,
Hold strong to the theories of disbelief, we are all the love of our parents.
Soft music, summer breezes change many minds in complete disregard,
If it wasn’t in the first kiss, it was in the three thousandth over the years,
Eyes tell stories of common sites of joy especially when they look alike,
Not just at the same thing, but the same people with the same hearts.
Warranting only time catches even the swift and cunning, at bus stops,
Never seeing again is much better than to never have seen, yet listened to,
No choices for those whose tables we ate, laughed, changed together,
Only the images we sat beside, though no settings, they are the flavor.
We are all the thoughts and dreams of our parents, as our children to us,
Youthful thoughts for such a family, even before the first kiss, within us all,
We are all the memories of sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends,
Touching the visions of what was, in the fragile moments before their memorial.
Hold true to the passion of our history’s beliefs, understanding creates love,
More than any one person will believe broken hearts hurt the same,
They held us before we could hold ourselves, spoke two words in our bones,
Never to destroy that which young minds created, Love and Family.
Copyright © Kevin Carey | Year Posted 2024
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Kevin Carey Poem
Cool walks nowhere it shouldn’t be,
Movement to there, and back over, where else,
Cool does not need to take the bull by the horns,
Cool convinces the massive beast the best direction.
Cool gives without measure, strength to disburse,
Understands without question, without thought it seems,
Cool does not wait to help, as its prescience helps all,
Making others cool, without regards for self -security.
Cool has luminescence by Nature.
Within Pleasure, Peace and other Persistences,
Cool never stops being cool, it can’t,
Cool is tangible, cause with a chilling effect.
When the wind freezes the snowy doors,
When lightening is the only light available,
When heat tears the head from the shoulders,
When eyes can see or cry no more, Cool breezes in.
Cool is brother to the winds, each one separate,
Hold Cool into wind and it won’t move, welcome brother’s prescience,
Winds have kin of every color, direction without social compass,
True north is toe’s forward with purpose, and right shoes.
Gravity holds Cool’s hand, every now and then, it’s a ride,
Mother Nature was Cool’s breast milk,
Challenge not what cannot be changed,
with a smile, smoke, sweater, or libation.
Never a big screen to see the big picture,
Any changes in cool are cool, cool has the process,
Cool is the line defining an object from its shadow,
Cool can only strengthen itself ceaselessly.
As walking is better than sitting, rest is sleep’s helper,
As the Mystery of Beauty, in everything, no meal nor flannel made,
As it is cool that makes each sunrise, sunset, to each person,
Each smile is a heartbeat away, may your cool be your guide.
Copyright © Kevin Carey | Year Posted 2024
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